Celtics Frost Morbid Tales album download with torrent LYRICS. album: "The Morbid Tales / Emperor's Return" (1984) 1. Into The Crypt Of Rays. Years of plead, behind the walls Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright Unspoken Words, in pain and dread 140 lives passed his hands. Gilles De Ray's. the perverted son The holy man. hanged by nobility Into The Crypts of Rays. Alluring children for his masses Robbing and buying young souls Sacrifice to morbid demons Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust. Gilles De Ray's. the perverted son The holy man. hanged by nobility Into The Crypts of Rays. "So this is for the morbid one, The braveless and sick Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs Sexual offence and perverted rites Watching them limp and die. Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams Halfway came true. " As a late medieval's French marshall Unrestrained, with endless ambitions Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc . the rising of his soul to god. Gilles De Ray's. the perverted son The holy man. hanged by nobility Into The Crypts of Rays. Overdone Mystism and Desperate Satanism (Ha!) Are just one small step apart There's no human scheme in the beyond. Gilles De Ray's. the perverted son The holy man. hanged by nobility Into The Crypts of Rays. 2. Visions Of Mortality. My life turns into sand Immortality is my dream Man shall follow my command Sorcery shall conquer my fear. Astral magic and runic wand I feel that wisdom's near Across the mountain's ice Scarlett at the equinox' dawn. I sacrificed an innocent lamb And drunk the wine of paradise But, still run the sands of time Just one thing yet to be done. As spell surround me At a lightmass' night He raised the abyss Covered by the sword. I sold my soul in vein I feel it, as he returns The sands of time will never run For an immortal dead man. 3. Dethroned Emperor. See the portal, gate to madness Locked forever in a veil of shame. Deny extraction - Thirst for disgrace Watch his break - The emperor's killed Light of the day - Shadows from beyond Scaffold of steel - The throne has gone. The foot of the stairs, dimension in might The king sits, his eyes are glass. Growing of the small - The laughter's fall Can you deny - Remaining cries? Descent of the lords - Into the trap Existence and hate - Unseen gate. 4. Morbid Tales. By burial this night Nitocrys weaves the spell Down the vault's misty light The lurking Sphinx dwells. Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls, morbid affair Beard the faceless one. In the nuclear domain Arcades lost in eternal skries Written by the insane Nitocrys orders must. Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls, morbid affair Beard the faceless one. Mummy's rebirth by wrath Below the temple of nile Vanished in Osiris' path Above us reigns the Necrophile. Agony and nightmare To Yog sothoth they noan Nightfalls, morbid affair Beard the faceless one. 5. Circle Of The Tyrants. After the battle is over And the sands drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion. The immortality of the gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the jewels gleam. The days have come When the steel will rule And upon his head A crown of gold. Your hand wields the might The tyrant's the precursor You carry the will As the morning is near. I sing the ballads Of victory and defeat I hear the tales Of frozen mystery. The new kingdoms rise By the circle of the tyrants In the land of darkness The warrior, that was me Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and war Are like everlasting shadows. Where the winds cannot reach The tyrant's might was born And often I look back With tears in my eyes Grotesque glory None will ever see them fall And hunts and wars Are like everlasting shadows. 6. Procreation (Of The Wicked) You are blind - Deny the sun and light Whose are the objections - From where come the doubts. Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked. Serenades of opposition - Absurdity, humans fate and hope True reflections of community - Procreation of the gods and lords. Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked. Cain and Abel's love and death - Love and hate is what we are Dagger and grail are- Fallen of the altar. Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked. "Mysteries of perversity" "I've killed this old man, because he limped I've done it because he shouldn't have to do it" If god raised the abyss - you'd procreate your own Abolism of death is - Abolism of life. Evidence of infinity Procreation of the wicked Twist of the known Procreation of the wicked. 7. Return To The Eve. Dreaming eyes Hope to return As shadows fall onto Distorted paths. Delivered from the fetters of light Drifting back into my reality The subconscious deprecates the day In the twilight of my own intellect. Dull is my mind Captive of illusion Remaining awake Is just dust. Take my soul away into the dark Dreaming a thousand morbid dreams No tomorrow when the wind caress my mind Could I ever return, it would be my doom. Obsessed by the nightmare's sound Drifting back into realms of chaos Reality has become my dream I'll be covered by the abyss' ground. An endless fall Memories in the light Frontiers of chaos Return to the eve. 8. Danse Macabre. [INSTRUMENTAL] 9. Nocturnal Fear. Obscurity hides the plateau Stars darkened at their place Nanna's glowing above Illuminates the silent scenery. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail. From the mountains of dawn they cry The call of the frantic god From the womb of mother earth they scream The wage of creation and sin. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail. "The sleeping lord awakes Tiamat pulls on her chains The blind phantom rages Azag-Thoth Howls Vibrations at the black ethers edge As nocturnal fear penetrates the land Ecstatical celebrations at their zenith The seven sharpen their claws" Winds emerge from the east Deep dark water moves Even the cold moon eclipses When they adore the dog-faced-beast. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail. As they admit the infernal tide The eye on the throne derides The old gods and their tribes In chaos Tiamat laughs pride. Seven they are-Yeziti's Call Aeon of night-Eager to prevail. 10. Suicidal Winds. Listen As the mist is rising And uncovers all that`s lost Try and mend what you can barely feel Even if it is forgotten and done Watch out who is still on the throne While the sighs of life are borne The bloodless race of old As startled The flow of denial without remembering The flood is still in motion The ground on fire all along Leave the thought of crying Deny and harm the endless day Where will be vulgarity In these immune sights Along the way i`m leaving this wreck Without the suicidal horde The day will come And I`ll be able to see The flag rising of the free Until eternity. 11. Visual Aggression. Thousand decades in vain (Again) they strive for final completion Forgotten are the fast sins And the perfect creation calls. What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression. Once, I slept in confidence Sounds like I've been a fool Now, as my will is invisible (They shall) face the evoked curse alone. What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression. Just fool yourself - a world of ignorance Will tear the walls - of dreams apart Vast signals - memories in black Sense is beyond - distorted any balance. Flood of tears - you'll have to drink As the grail - is lying on the floor. Don't ask for another messiah No martyr will save the stupid (again) Is truth what you believe? A prophet's tears will dry. What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression. The watcher's eyes are closed As the dust covers the madmen again There'll be a new king And I was born to encounter him. What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression. Celtic Frost – Morbid Tales. The debut album from the band was released in 1984, and was quickly recognised as the work of agitated and agitating talents. This album was a huge influence on the burgeoning death and thrash scenes at the time. A masterclass of riff tirades and unholy sentiments. This reissue includes rehearsals from 1984 and the concept and art direction of the release was done by the man behind Celtic Frost, Tom G. Warrior. Both the LP and CD versions include new sleevenotes and extensive booklets. The CD is packaged in a casebound book and the 180 GSM heavyweight LPs are housed in a double-gatefold. It almost seems churlish to regard Celtic Frost as one of the great bands, because they were so much more than that. It’s better to hail them as among the finest extreme and experimental bands of the 1980s. Refusing ever to do what was expected or demanded, the band constantly changed musical direction, always brought in surprising influences, and kept people guessing as to where they might venture next. Their catalogue of albums is formidable and unmatched. Each is not only unique, but part of an entire tapestry that only now can be appreciated for being a remarkable part of music history. Despite, or maybe because of, constant turmoil on so many fronts, Celtic Frost achieved an artistic level few others would even have dared to dream of aspiring towards. They climbed high because they were never afraid to fall. Which is why the band are now rightly regarded as icons, and iconoclasts. Morbid Tales. Though they'd been together for barely a year and had yet to play their first concert, Celtic Frost brought a remarkably accomplished vision to the recording of their first album, 1984's Morbid Tales. With its highly focused intensity and peculiar mix of satanic and esoteric lyrics, the album would sow the seeds of Frost's overwhelming influence in years to come. And, along with the powerful visual impact of its bandmembers' leather-bound wardrobe and badly-drawn facial corpse paint, songs like "Visions of Mortality" and "Morbid Tales" would be analyzed, digested, and regurgitated by manic hordes of disillusioned European youths forming their own bands in years to come. Following the hellish primal screams of intro "Human," and the lethal speed metal of "Into the Crypts of Rays," Tom Warrior (aka Thomas Gabriel Warrior) and company lock into a fierce groove which rarely falters through to the last riff of closer "Nocturnal Fear." With its primitive grind, the excellent "Procreation (Of the Wicked)" (later covered by Sepultura) remains a career highlight, but shows no sign of the band's future experiments in avant- garde metal. In fact, these are only hinted at by the female voice recital utilized in "Return to the Eve," and the bizarre noise experiments of "Danse Macabre" -- a collage of sound effects, violin, Warrior's moans, and all-around mayhem. As for Celtic Frost's own source of inspiration, Venom and other New Wave of British Heavy Metal bands provide the bulk of it. The main riff of "Dethroned Emperor," for instance, simply offers a slight variation of Diamond Head's "Am I Evil." But it was Celtic Frost's very isolation from rock's typical breeding grounds which fed their uniquely European perspective. Had they not been impoverished outcasts within Switzerland's protective prosperity in their formative years, it is unlikely that theirs could have been such a twisted and wonderful evolution. Morbid Tales. Recorded and mixed at Caet Studio, Berlin, Germany, October 8-15, 1984. Mastered at Studio-Nord-Bremen (SNB), Germany. German pressing featured the heptagram in red with full poster with lyrics to "Morbid Tales". First pressings had a sticker that stated "Ex- members, limited black vinyl, includes poster" while subsequent issues had it printed on the cover in silver. Noise also pressed a picture disc of this album that dates from 1985 in a limited run of 200 copies . Original CD release included the Emperor's Return EP. This edition cat. nr. NCD 003. The 1998 US digipak version also included Hellhammer - Apocalyptic Raids EP. (Bonus Track Edition) Purchase and download this album in a wide variety of formats depending on your needs. Buy the album Starting at £6.49. Having created what would remain an archetypal metal record in To Mega Therion, it seemed like Thomas Gabriel Warrior and his compatriots were after an exact repeat on first blush with Pandemonium. Armed with harrowing Bosch cover art and song titles like "Babylon Fell" and "Sorrows of the Moon," what else could be the result? With the first track, though, all bets were off, showing Warrior to be one of the least predictable folks around. The song? A nuclear-strength rip through Wall of Voodoo's West Coast new wave classic "Mexican Radio," with everything intact down to the nerdishly sung line about eating barbecued iguana. Hearing Warrior gasp and snarl his way through Stan Ridgway's shaggy dog tale is one of those not-to-be-believed-until-heard experiences. The next big change surfaces on "Mesmerized" -- rather than again invoking Beelzebub in a harsh rasp, Warrior actually sings a weepy love lyric in a sad moan. Admittedly the beloved appears to be some ancient Roman priestess, but still, this is surprising (and effective) stuff, a singing approach he reuses throughout the album. "Rex Irae (Requiem)" is especially fine, a blending of operatic backing vocals, orchestrations, and just enough crunch when needed. Then there's "One in Their Pride," which exists on the album in two different forms -- both of them drum machine-laden dub/industrial mixes. Running rampant throughout Pandemonium is the massive metal crunch and lyrics about death and destruction with which Celtic Frost made its name, so fans of earlier stuff won't feel too taken by surprise. "Inner Sanctum," detailing a wish to "forget in the sleep of death," is especially fine. But whether it's the strings and orgasmic female French lead singer -- and nothing else -- on "Tristesses de la Lune" or the brassy R&B backing vocals on "I Won't Dance," Pandemonium is a record taking happy delight in trashing expectations to follow a stranger muse. © Ned Raggett /TiVo.